[h3][color=pink]Lyn, Lyn’s Hunt[/color][/h3] Annabeth’s spell was still in full swing when Althalus suddenly popped up from Sam’s moving shadow, the horse still running past and toward the opposite of the meadow. Her hands had gripped Annabeth just barely as the woman bolted forward with the animal. Her arms were numb from the tight grip she tried to maintain, her heart steady and beating well. She felt like she was swallowed by a calm water all the way around her which made her more distance from the chaos erupting all around her. Her face reflected hr odd calmness while she considered the source of the earlier screaming. It had been a while since the sounds faded into the forest causing a dread to fester and die against the psychomaner’s effect. When her father screamed for Annabeth to take her back to the college, her eyes looked to the older girl for answers to question bubbling up inside her. [i][color=pink]What was going on? Who was screaming, are they alright? Shouldn’t we help them?[/color] [/i] Already Annabeth was notching an arrow and lining up a shot, her body bent down and low while they swept past everything on their path. They were drawing closer to a group, Lyn’s head peered out and around to spot Keri caught in the Naga’s grip. Her tail crushing and coiling, breaking the legs and slowly crushing the vampire’s arm. The absence of fear, worry and pain was logically settling into Lyn’s mind causing her to press tightly to Annabeth. by that time her guardian let loose a smoke arrow that screeched forward into the crossbowman’s direction then exploded into black smoke. Another arrow followed right toward the Naga’s limb as they bolted past them, racing deeper into the forest. Samson flipped about, his front facing where they came from as well and her bow raised for any future attackers. [h3]Ellys, Lyn’s hunt[/h3] Ellys’ tail curled more and more about the vampire, her tail constricting while feeling the bones give away underneath. Fragile little things that easily gave away and would eventually turn to dust. Much like the blood that had dried up whenever it escaped through the wounds. There was no thump of the heart, no sense of beat or heat, under the tail’s smoother scales. This was causing the Naga’s instinct to rattle as her primal nature drew out, her eyes closed against the sensation filling her mind. It was then her heat sense felt a large amount to her right, her head jerked and saw the gesturing movements of a bow being drawn. Her tail loosen and bunched while she shoved the vampire away, her hands ripped out the spear tip embedded in Keri’s throat. The arrow nearly missed, nicking the Naga’s spear on its flight. More dust scattered into the wind as she hiss, retracting her fangs. Something dark and leafy immediately jerked out to snag her tail causing the Naga to swipe her spear, ripping the fast growing vines away. Her tail lashed out to crush the fast growing plants while she retreated toward meadow. Wide eyed and angry, her blade failed to clear the debris quickly enough before it swarmed her. It bonded her figure into a thicket of green within moments through it wouldn’t hold her for long. [h3]Sam & Lidda, College[/h3] Sam flinched and hissed in pain, his wound bleeding across the floor. His undamaged hand immediately reached for a linen bandage, quickly wrapping it several times around it then tying it off neatly as he could under the circumstances. Hoping the bleeding would stop later, he shooed the frightened students away allowing Lidda to rush into their place. Her eyes widen in fear and confusion at the Naga’s damaged figure. Her body in a continual state of flux that it was a blessing she was out cold from the pain. Already her twin tails were defining themselves into human legs, muscle, flesh and bone forming into functioning legs while Lidda’s hand reached out. Dread filled her heart when a rib, like with Sam, shot from the torso and speared her palm. Luckily, the woman wasn’t foolish enough to allow the pain. She immediately, in a few seconds, cut off the vein’s flood through constricting in the walls and severed ties to her pain receptors by disconnecting the tissue. Her hand fisted about the rib base, pouring her arcanite to overwhelm the existing damage. It retracted but quickly the ribs fused and Mar’s windpipe once more sealed shut, her breathing stopped. Lidda’s eyes widened in alarm as she cried for Sam to bring a blade. By this time, Lucilia had arrived. Her petite figure busting into the sick wing with a bag in her hand, shooting questions, orders and preparing for surgery. Sam watched a student rapidly depart for Satori while he passed both a sterilized reed and blade to Lidda, the woman splitting open the windpipe then inserted the reed tubing. Flickering her thumb across the small carved rune, the plant extended down to Mar’s lungs where fresh air surged into her chest. Mar gasped, releasing blood from her mouth to spill over her chin and chest. Lidda attempted to control the wild changes as her face furrowed into a sour look, her magic failing in keeping Mar from changing. “Damn it, what the hell is going on?” Finding time to actually answer Lucilia, Sam fired off an answer. “Althalus brought her in here like this, her body keeps changing and even Lidda is having trouble keeping her stable. It’s like her mageblood is tearing her body apart and we can’t figure out the cause. We need to replenish her blood loss-” He heard her curse causing the old man to stare hard at Lucilia, the muffled roar drowned out to his human hearing, as he stared at her. “Lucilia, what is it?”